At first, I though it was a cramp in my thigh. It felt like a cramp, and there was a little hard lump on the inside, just above the knee. As the evening went on, however, it spread to an area the size of my hand, and the whole thigh swole up, so that the left was about 30% bigger than the right. At this point, I became moderately concerned. I phoned the NHS Helpline and described the symptoms. They called me back an hour later and said "Get your ass to A&E". By now the thing was hot, hard and painful. This was around midnight, and no taxis were to be had, so I called my poor, uncomplaining father-in-law, got him out of bed, and got him to drive me to Frenchay Hopspital. I lurched into A&E like a slow-motion zombie, squeaking with anguish at every step. I then enjoyed an hour-long sitting-on-the-trolley frenzy, followed by a latex glove prod, poke, fondle, grope sesh. The diagnosis was haematoma or glorified bruise, although no-one could come up with a plausible excuse for the late onset. I was given boxes of drugs and sent on my way, getting home about 2:30AM. So now I have Voltarol and Tylex to go with the Amoxycillin. All these drugs! I feel like a proper ukrmer at last.